I dunno if I'm going to continue this. It's a little sadstuck, as they all have bad pasts.

If this isn't clear, lemme lay it out:

Tavros is crippled. Gamzee is insane. Sollux is bullied. Karkat is suicidal. John is mute. Dave is deaf.

How that all happened to them will soon be revealed.

Read on~

Karkat Vantas, barely 10 years old, sits alone in his dark room. Lightning flashes in his window but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes are on the sharp silver blade in his hand. He rolls up his sleeve to reveal a heavily scarred arm, some new and some old. He takes a deep breath and presses the blade to his wrist. He has barely made a scratch when lighting, louder this time, lights up the room.

In the broken mirror that stands across from him, he can see his features. Small lips, round face, pained eyes.

Worthless. Hideous. Pathetic.

He presses the blade to his arm against, and this time, when he's done marking himself, there's a puddle of dark red around him.

A 9 year old by the name of John Egbert backs up. He has just heard his dad's car pull into the driveway, and sure enough, he yells in anger, "John!"

He knows he has forgotten to make dinner, but he had burnt his hands while trying to pull the hot dish from the oven.

'I-I didn't mean to forget!' The terrified boy signs as he cowers in the corner and a fist comes his way. He flinches as it catches him in the jaw, another bruise forming on the already sore skin. He tries to shield his face, but the blows keep coming. He sinks to his knees and starts to silently sob, and finally his dad leaves the room, growling angry curses under his breath.

John tries to survey the damage but his vision is too blurry with tears to see properly. He ends up sniffling and curling up in a corner of his bedroom, silently crying to himself.

With his hands covering his ears and his eyes screwed up in pain, Dave Strider screams as loud as he can, rocking back and forth. He knows he shouldn't, but to be honest, since he can't hear the scream, he doesn't know if anyone else can. He's in the abandoned area again, crouched by the dead tree. He sees a certain snippet of his life flash in his mind.

He can smell the acid sulfur; he can feel his own body trembling; and in his mind he can hear his brother's last words: "RUN, DAVE!"

And like the coward he is, he runs.

His eyes fly open. He can't hear anything, but that's usual. His breathing is slow and his forehead is damp with sweat. He will do anything to see those orange eyes twinkling in mischief again.

"I'll thow him. He won't try to hurt me again." Sollux Captor mumbles under his breath as he furiously types away on his computer. He has a black eye and his lip is cut. Underneath his seemingly crisp yellow shirt is a nasty purple bruise on the side of his body. He hates the bullies, he hates how small and bony he is. He hates how he's helpless to fight back. He hates how he's weak for an 11 year old.

He rubs at his eyes as well, trying to rid the tears that are threatening to fall. He has the guy's URL, so he hacks into it and can see everything. He deletes a bunch of important looking files and then messes with the screensaver. The last thing he does it open up Microsoft Word and leave a document for his bully to see.

TA: thii2 won't bee the la2t you 2ee of me~

Gamzee Makara's fingers are around his dad's neck, squeezing the life out of him, and he can't feel any happier.

For months, he's been waiting for his dad to come home, to give any sign that he was coming even. Anything will be ok with Gamzee. But nothing happens, until his drunken dad stumbles into the room and starts to beat his mom.

Gamzee doesn't know until his mom is dead. His trembling 12 year old frame peers out from behind the corner and he sees his mom's bloody body. His eyes go wide and his trembles harder, this time with anger.

Which brings him to his current situation. He's strangling his dad, and he's smiling. Gamzee feels joy at seeing his dad's alarmed eyes, and the way he chokes. He only relinquishes his grip once his dad has fallen limp.

Standing with his back to the two bodies, Gamzee starts to laugh uncontrollably.

It's freezing, and 8 year old Tavros Nitram can't seem to stand the cold. Maybe it's because he's left without his wheelchair, in the snow. Technically his device is still there; but one wheel is bent the wrong way. He shivers violently as he tries to crawl back to his house, still a good while away. He sniffles, tears freezing on his cheeks. He wonders if he will freeze to death, pulling himself across the ground with his arms. His stubs of legs are useless to him right now.

His metal legs that the doctor has given him are gone; stolen. He knows he can't afford another pair, so wearing baggy pants to hide his stubs is the best he'll have to do. Still shivering, he continues to crawl through the cold. He really wishes the accident hadn't happened.

Please review and give me some feedback :) Since this is the prologue it's short. Normal chapters will probably be about 2,000 words.

~samx